Back home in beautiful Gilbert, Pennsyltucky, the 89th Annual West End Fair is in full swing. I have to admit, I'm a little homesick right now. As much as we make fun of the fair*, it's a lot of fun. Plus, there's funnel cake! I used to live near the fairgrounds and it looked so small and lonely when the fair wasn't there. Enjoy some photos of good ol' country entertainment.
This little guy reminds me of my nephew Michael. The boy, not the calf.
They have show pigeons. Around here, we just kick them out of our way.
*a running theme of inbreeding, such as "let's go out to the West End Family Reunion," "that family tree don't branch out," or my dad's best line, "you know you're looking at the same two chromosomes." For the record, even though there are only five last names in the West End area, I'm sure they're checking the family histories before procreating.